I am amazed by God. Truly amazed, and I’ve got a great story to share with you!
When Russ and I adopted Eby, we knew he had an older sister. She was seven years older than Eby and they had lived together with their mother in Soddo. We traveled to Soddo on our first trip to Ethiopia and learned that following their mother’s death, the children had been separated and M. (I’ll abbreviate her name) went to an orphanage nearby. We were told that she was then transfered to an orphanage in Addis and adopted by an Italian family.
With an old picture of her in our hands and her name on a scrap of paper we went to the orphanage in Addis. The director told us that she had never seen the child and did not believe she had been adopted through them. I was crushed and very concerned about Eby’s sister. We wondered if something dreadful had happened to her or if we just had the wrong orphanage.
In August 2008 we traveled to Ethiopia again, this time to get Honeybee. Russ and I headed down to Soddo in the hope of meeting any of Eby’s family members we could locate. It was a wonderful, whirlwind that included a crazy trip into the mountains where we found Eby’s grandfather and extended family. Again we asked about M. but the only information we were given is that she had been adopted by an Italian family.
It broke my heart that somewhere Eby had a sister who was probably worried about him. Less than two years earlier she had carried him on her back, played with him, and cared for him. Now she did not know if he was even alive. I hoped that one day God would answer our prayers and the children would find one another, but I couldn’t imagine how that would ever happen.
What we didn’t know is that in Italy there was a little girl, M., whose parents understood her need to know her brother. When they recently returned to Ethiopia to adopt another child, they traveled to Soddo seeking any information they could find on Eby. A friend in Soddo gave them my name and last week I got a message on Facebook from M’s father.
Can you believe it?!? I can’t. I’m still so amazed at what God has done, that I can’t stop smiling when I think of it. We’ve exchanged some emails and pictures with M’s family and Eby is so excited. One day they will meet again and I am incredibly thankful that M. will be able to tell Eby more of his story.
I am profoundly grateful that M’s parents understood the desire of her heart and loved her enough to travel, ask questions, and pursue leads until they found us.
God loves to restore and heal the broken hearted. Thanks be to God.
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